I felt the wire lock to the side of my head with a great satisfying snap. I waited for the world to fade and a screen of green to rise up in my field of vision, half-expecting it not to happen. “Whoo hoo,” I said aloud. The world was dissolving and up came a field of blue, not green. Why was it blue and not green? It had always been green.
A kindly face appeared, an older man with salt and pepper hair, pale skin, almost delicate in contrast to his iron-colored hair. “Hello,” the man said as he materialized in front of me on the field of blue. “Let me introduce myself, I am Samuel, consider me your concierge. What would you like to do today?”
“Samuel?” I asked the man. He was wearing the right uniform, something that looked like a fitted tuxedo. He spoke with the right air, but my concier
